"Ahah...hah...How in the Cosmos did you survive on Tradeworld with this kind of luck?" He mocked. Wow, she needed glasses or something! "Try again, but this time, with feeling. Treat this dummy as if it was Dr. Doom."

"I'm just off my game today," she grumbled, jamming her head gear on more securely. Maybe it was from all the hits she'd gotten today. How in the cosmos was she failing this hard!? She couldn't even hit a dummy, for cosmos' sake!

She focused her gaze back upon the dummy, and tried to imagine the face of someone she hated on it. Not Doom's face, no, but someone else's. Once she had the image in mind, she ran forwards again, slamming her hand across the dummy's face again, and jamming her other hand right underneath its ribcage and giving it a sharp twist.

"Craters, who do you hate...?!" She practically tore open a hole into the jelly! Thankfully, it was jelly and being jelly, it molded right on back to its pristine form. Hey, no wear or tear and definitely worth every penny spent.

"Well, seeing as you tried to rip out this poor dummy's heart, I guess it's time to work on kicks. Go on. Give this dummy a few good lickings with your toes."

"Not bad, not bad. But remember, by kicking twice with the same foot, you're opening yourself to attack on the only leg keeping you standing." He warned. "Try to alternate between feet as to both confuse the opponent and to keep shifting your balance into a comfortable balance."

She stepped back a bit, then came forwards again, sidestepping and landing a kick on the dummy's arm, then shifting her weight on her feet and swapping her legs, landing a spinning kick on it's kneecap with her other leg, twisting her foot into it.

"Not bad, not bad. But Victor von Dummy is still saying you're an insolent cretin! And you don't like that. No! C'mon, Jo. Get angry, real angry. Show this goop who's boss! You, or him!?" The Evil Emperor barked, smacking the dummy lightly on the head.

Panting, she balled her hands into fists and tried to channel her anger into something constructive. She punched the dummy in the face again, following it with a quick succession of punches to its abdomen, before leaping back and aiming another kick at its head.

"Here, let me show you." The Evil Emperor gently patted Jo aside, with a rush, he charged at the dummy head on, and spun into the air with a leap, slicing a leg across the air in an attempt to utterly decapitate the dummy's head entirely.

"Wow..." Jo could only marvel as the dummy's head rolled to the floor and the body crumpled in a heap. "How long have you been training?" she asked, bending over to retrieve the head, handing it back to him. "That was amazing!"